Part III · RESURRECTION
Life is a span, a fleeting hour
C. M.
- No. 100
- Metre C. M.
- 4 stanzas
- Words only in the original
Words
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Life is a span, a fleeting hour,How soon the vapor flies!Man is a tender, transient flower,That e'en in blooming—dies.
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The once loved form, now cold and dead,Each mournful thought employs;And nature weeps her comforts fled,And withered all her joys.
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Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,When what we now deploreShall rise in full, immortal prime,And bloom to fade no more.
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Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears—Thy Savior dwells on high;There everlasting Spring appears—There joys shall never die.
About this hymn
As printed RESURRECTION — Millennial Harp (1843), Part III, printed p. 114 (PDF 262). Words only: the hymnal prints no music for this hymn.
- Source
- Millennial Harp (Boston: Joshua V. Himes, 1843), archive.org scan hachride00hime
- Where
- Part III · RESURRECTION · No. 100 · printed page 114
- Title as printed
- Hymn 100
- Checked
- lyrics verified · 2026-09-21
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